Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
Re: Log, South Bronx bar: Luke H & Cris M
Too much faith wasn't a bad thing—at least, Luke didn't think so. Just because he didn't have a whole lot didn't mean he begrudged anybody theirs. And he, too, saw the similarities between himself and Cris, despite the age difference. That didn't matter so much. Besides, it wasn't like he'd ever had a whole lot of friends his own age—Jack was older, after all, and a lot of the people in Seattle he'd known were too. He liked Cris, and he wanted stuff to work out with him and his girl. Yeah, he and Wren were happily married now, but it'd been a long, hard road to get to where they were now. He knew what it was like to have to fight for something.
"Yeah, to true love." He smiled back and drank some of his beer. "This place is pretty unpredictable. But you learn how to roll with it." He leaned his elbows on the bar. "I'll tell you about my wife, if you tell me about your girlfriend," he said, and it was a good-natured trade; he liked talking about his family. And Cris had someone, so that helped with the jealousy aspect. "Well, my daughter, she looks like her. And she has her smile. The kind you'd do anything for, you know?" His expression turned fond. "My wife says I'm biased whenever I say good things about her, but I think she just doesn't see it. Like, how people can see the good in others but not themselves, sometimes. She's sweet, and selfless, and she knows me better than anyone. I don't know. It's hard to put into words, how I feel about her."